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hello hello!,congrats on 400!!,for your event may I request Love language for azul both giving and receiving 👀

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ lovely love languages with azul ashengrotto !

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ gender neutral reader

[  ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ event rules+info and event masterlist ,,, you were the first request for the event <3 @yakoko i tagged you bc you requested for this right after them <3 hope you enjoy

GIVING ,,, receiving acts of service and gifts from azul

ACTS OF SERVICE WITH AZUL ASHENGROTTO—Azul loves helping you however he can, no strings attached. He likes feeling wanted and impressing you with how much he can do for you because of his strengths. He prides himself on his skills, skills that took late nights of stress and hard work to learn, but skills that he can use to make you smile. You rarely ever see him abstain from the chance to help you and often encourages you to ask for his services, whether it be for studying or advice on a project you're working on. It always brings him great joy to hear your thanks after he assists you. Sometimes, he services you without you even asking. A passing comment about how you were struggling on a test or class subject will scribe itself in his mind and the moment he’d get the chance he’d make you an easy to understand study guide. If there was a time where you complained about a project you’d be up late working on, he’d stay up to help you with it. 

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You yawned, stretching your arms up into the air. “ Goodness Azul,” you said, picking your head up to look at him. He looked tired too, darkness beneath his eyes, clothes disheveled, but he still seemed determined on helping you with the paper boards that you were to present in the morning. “ Are you sure about helping me? It’s late and you're busy with that event at the lounge, right?”

Azul held his hand out to you, signaling you to hand him the glue gun. He whispered a thank you when you handed it to him, “ If I help you right now you’ll be able to spend extra time at the lounge tomorrow.” he said. A sigh escaped his lips and he tugged at his uniform’s collar and loosened the tie so that it would comfortably rest away from his neck. Floyd and Jade had poked fun at him for his dedication to helping you, but he didn’t mind. If you asked him to make you a dazzling crown with stars, he would have.

A smile crawled its way onto your face, “ I guess you’re right about that.” You began to cut the cardstock into the shapes you needed. Without looking up at Azul, you spoke, “ Even if this is exhausting, I think it’s kind of nice getting to stay up with you like this.” There was a blush on your cheeks, but one that you welcomed.

He prayed that you didn’t see his hand tremble slightly from your words. “ It is nice.” A smile remained on his face throughout that night, even when you both were resting against each other, arms curled around each other lovingly.

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GIVING GIFTS WITH AZUL ASHENGROTTO—Every once in a while Azul will show up with a gift for you, wrapped just perfectly, with a shiny bow atop it. The contents vary, usually being things for you to pursue your hobbies or accessories that he thought would look lovely on you. Those types of gifts were somewhat rare, usually gifted on dates, but the gifts that weren’t rare were the ones that you thought counted the most. Azul often gives you snacks in between classes. Sometimes when you guys would pass each other in the halls, he’d notice your fatigue. As he scolds you for not taking care of yourself, he’d slip a little snack in your bag, or hand you an energy drink. Patrons at Mostro Lounge see you a lot, always getting free drinks with little notes accompanying them. They didn’t see that the notes were confessions of love or simple apologies for not having enough time to spend with you. Those were the gifts from Azul that most mattered.

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The lounge was somewhat quiet, the chatting of a few different tables occasionally echoed their ways to you, bouncing off the aquarium and the tables. The coral and sea creatures probably heard the chatter, talking amongst themselves about gossip and folktales. You sat alone, enthralled by their movements, like they were waltzing in the water. “ Azul says he’s sorry for not being able to hang out with you.” When you turned your head, you saw Floyd standing over you, a tray with your favorite drink and a blue envelope in his hand. You laughed, “ Oh, he knows he doesn’t need to worry about those sorts of things.” Floyd scrunched his nose at your lovestruck sight at the mention of his boss. He had seen the same look and heard similar tones from Azul whenever he referred to you. Heart completely full and eyes tinted in the colors of Aphrodite. It grossed Floyd. “ Ugh, here’s your drink and love letter.” he placed them on the table walking away with his shoulders slumped slightly. With gentle movements, you opened the letter, eyes softened at the neatly written words.

‘I’m sorry. I promise to make it up to you.’ ‘Love, Azul’

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RECEIVING ,,, giving azul acts of service and quality time

ACTS OF SERVICE FROM YOU—You were often helpful, sometimes because you had to be, and other times because you wanted to be. Azul loved when you were helpful, even if he often chided you for carrying too much on your plate. However, he wouldn’t lie about how he seemed to love the way you looked, laughing with Floyd, as you helped cleanup Mostro Lounge at the end of the night. Your heart was warm and generous, and even though he didn’t want to take too much, your warm heart would pull him closer and closer, and soon enough he’d see you helping at Mostro Lounge a lot more. He loved when you were in his office, rearranging the pillows or organizing the paper’s on his desk. And whenever you brought him sliced fruit while he worked, he felt as if his heart was walking on clouds. After a while he learned to not tell you not to stop since it would be a senseless conversation since whatever your warm heart wanted to do, it would.

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You guys had a method. You’d rinse the soapy cups while he dried and put them away. It was quiet in the Mostro Lounge, mostly since it was closing time and Floyd and Jade had already retreated to their rooms to rest. The last bit of work for the night was just the cups and when Azul told you he’d be up a bit later to deal with them, you rushed over to the lounge to help him.

He was humming the tune that played in the background, voice softer than cotton and sweeter than sugar. “ Your humming is cute.” He swore he almost dropped the cup that was in his hand. Shakily, he placed it onto the shelf, “ Ah, uhm, thank you.” he said, quietly. Not only did you help him so much, but you also had a great deal of power over him with your quiet words and presence. A harmonious laugh came from you, blossoming in the cold lounge like a rose made of flames, warming everywhere it touched. It kissed Azul’s ears with the loving flames. “ You’re welcome, darling.”

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QUALITY TIME FROM YOU—Admittedly, Azul was often busy. He ran the Mostro Lounge, managed great grades and was often roped into managing school events since his knowledge and work ethic were reliable. He spent hours and hours on end in his office, and before he confessed to you, that meant he was spending a lot of that time alone. Unsurprisingly, Azul became addicted to the small moments of time he had with you. He would grasp those fleeting moments and hold them for as long as he could, before reality cruelly took them away. Upon realizing this, you began spending more time with him in his office. He’d pull a chair closer to his desk so that you could study while he worked. Somedays, you’d sit on the couch and read, while you read his contracts. But you were there, and that was enough for him.

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Your book was discarded in your lap, and your head was resting against the arm of the couch. Your chest raised and lowered with your quiet breaths. Sleep had overtaken you in a harsh battle. It had been thirty minutes of you trying to keep your eyes—trying to focus on the words you were reading—but eventually you gave up. Azul was still working away, having yet to realize that you were sleeping. That was until the book fell from your lap and onto the floor with a thump. “ Are you okay—” he had begun to ask before his eyes widened when he noticed your peaceful face. “ Oh dear.” He stood from his desk, picking your book up and placing it on the table, before carefully moving your legs and arms so that you were laying down. In a way that reminded him of his mother, he lifted the throw blanket and draped it on your body. “ You can’t keep falling asleep here.” He didn’t mean it one bit.

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BONUS ,,, giving and receiving physical touch with azul

OCEAN SOUNDING LOVE—Azul wasn’t the most physically affectionate, admittedly. Most of it was hand holding, a hand at the small of your back, kisses on your forehead—he didn’t like to be too physically affectionate in public places. However, whenever you both were in public, he’d always make sure that your arm was hooked with his. It was his way of showing that you were with him whilst still keeping up his gentlemanly appearance. In private, he liked to hold you against him, tightly so that he could remind himself that you were there with him. He was most willing when he was already sleepy. At that point, he was at your mercy, yearning to cling against you for the comfort that you gave him.

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You followed Azul through the theater. Unfortunately, you trailed behind him slightly because of all the movement and loudness around you. You’d get distracted, glance away and then lose Azul, or whenever you did find him, someone would bump into you and you’d find yourself lost once more. Luckily, Azul always seemed to find you.

At some point, he grew tired of the game. He hooked your arm with his, averting his gaze as he did so, “ I hope this is alright. This way, it’ll be harder for us to lose each other.”

Gently, you rested your other palm against his arm, the one that held you so close and kept you warm, “ Oh, Azul, it will always be alright if it’s you,” you said, pressing a kiss to his arm, which was covered by his blazer. He could still feel the flames of your fiery rose of love.

“if you believe the theory of Jade and Floyd being two of many Leech kids, but the only two that survived, this also might explain why their mother is so concerned with their safety, not wanting to lose the only two babies that she has left.“

genuinely Ive thought about that theory for a while and after reading that part it makes sense and now im sad-

(referring to this)

it's a very popular theory and it makes so much sense! but it does have some sad implications, such as the consequences of such a hard natural selection process for their family.

I actually think it makes a lot of sense, if you consider how many babies an eel can have (on average, female moray eels can release 10,000 eggs at a time) and some parts of the story, such as Floyd's labwear vignette in which he says he's "neither the youngest nor the oldest twin", in Jade's halloween vignette in which it's mentioned that ghosts wander through the sea at that time and that both him and Floyd had seen other Jades and Floyds around, in the Harveston's Kelkkarotu event in which Jade mentions that currently their family consists of five members, and in the story in which Jade mentions he's glad him and Floyd "choose each other".

taking it in consideration, alongside the Coral Sea's harsh environment, it explains why their parents seem to be so protective of them (not to mention the potentially dangerous shady job his father runs). Miss Leech won't lose another of her babies if she has any say on it!

[Amor - Jack Howl]

Summary: In which tending to cacti together leads to an unexpected love confession.

Notes: it's @italoniponic day!!! happy birthday Cherry <3 as your gift, I offer you this fluffy Yulia x Jack oneshot! I hope you like it <3

The clouds merge with the sunset, creating a painting of red and orange shades through the window.

Yulia sighs contently, adverting her gaze from the view outside and onto the room she found herself in. It was one she was used to, the familiarity of it making it the closest thing to a home that she had in this world. The plush bed covered in warm blankets, holding her weight as she changed directions to look at a certain wolf beastman.

Jack was taking care of his cacti. He wasn't turned with his back completely to her, but in a sideways position that didn't look all that comfortable. He wanted to make sure she could see the plants too, considerate as usual. 

The way he dotted on them with so much care, a fond expression in face, relaxed shoulders and ears twitching slightly, filled her chest with butterflies. Jack was endearing all on his own, his hard working and responsible personality all too charming, so to see him in such a gentle moment only accentuated the feelings she felt.

Yulia knew very well she had fallen head over heels for her friend. How could she not? When he was so attentive to her, helped her in the midst of the confusing situation she found herself in, made sure she wasn't alone and had someone to lean on... and he was just so pretty, it was unfair.

Like at that moment, the warm hues of the sky outside shining into the room and around Jack, enveloping him in colors. The serenity on his face, his tail swaying with the wind, his ears perking up as he turns to look at her, a soft smile on his face she knew she was the only one he'd show it to.

Without thinking, taken by the sheer affection rushing through her body, making her heart race faster, Yulia blurts out the first thing in her mind. "Eu te amo tanto."

It sounds so natural, so right, the words leaving her lips with such certainty. So much so, that it takes her a second to register what exactly she had said and blush from head to toe, hiding her red face with her hands.

How could she just say it like that!? After spending so much time thinking and planning how to confess... How would she ever be able to face him again after that? She wanted the ground to swallow her whole right then and there.

"What?"

Peeking from behind her fingers, Yulia sees Jack looking at her with a confused expression, ears slightly pulled back and head tilted to the side. It's so endearing she almost doesn't register his question.

Oh. Oh right. For a moment, she forgot she had said that in portuguese. She sighs, relieved, but her face stays a persistent pink as she avoids his eyes.

"Nothing, nothing, don't worry about it." She waves it off, willing her voice to stay even.

"You said love, right? You thaught me that word, amor."

Damn the day Jack eagerly asked her to teach him more about her mother tongue, damn it! And damn the way the word amor sounds so appealing coming from his voice!

"A-ah, well." She sttuters, not wanting to lie to him.

There's a beat of silence, then another one. Yulia's mind races a mile per hour as she tries to come up with some believable excuse that doesn't sound super lame.

"Were you talking about the cacti?"

"U-uh?" Taken aback from his intent look, his eyes boring curiously into hers, and inquisitive tone, Yulia answers with the truth. "No... not that I don't like them or anything! They're lovely."

Jack looks pleased with the compliment, smiling a tad wider before his fangs bite onto his lips softly. He comes closer to the bed, looking around his room.

"About the sunset, then?"

"It's very pretty, but..." The trailing off at the end of her phrase answers enough. His eyes examine his room, pausing at the elements that stand out before passing through everything. 

He stands before her, making their legs touch from the proximity. Jack is staring at Yulia's face, as if looking for... something. He bends down, creating a shadow over her that wraps the whole moment in a bubble of warmth, just the two of them on it. His ears are perked up, no doubt listening to the lowest of sounds. Yulia gulps on air, wondering if he hears the symphony of the beating of her heart.

His tongue licks over his mouth, a show of nerves, and she's mesmerized, not able to look away. His chest is on eye level with her head, making the other option be to stare at his toned muscles, which she feels would be much more embarrassing.

"Was it... about me?" He suggests in a whisper, abashed by the thought, but burning with eagerness to know. 

"You... you're right. I said: I love you so much."

Yulia holds her breath as she waits for his reaction. Her hands tremble slightly as her heart runs wildly, every nerve screaming at her boldness. 

Jack's face looks the same, but she can hear a faint whooshing sound coming from behind. Turning her head, she sees his tail wagging from side to side, so hard she wonders if it hurts. She lets a little smile form on her face at this, hope consuming her.

"You seem happy."

He adverts her eyes, a hand going up to scratch the back of his neck, one of his ears twitching up and down. Yulia giggles, the giddness she feels spilling over.

"I am." He mumbles, gaze flickering back at her, anxiously waiting for her reaction. His tails hits her legs at the sides, not slowing down at all.

Yulia lets a smile bloom on her face, lightning up considerably. "Ah, I see... would you like for me to say it again?"

"W-what?" It's his turn to be taken by surprise, fur rising alongside the heat on his skin. Yulia keeps looking at him, watching how it takes his entire willpower to admit it in a straight forward way. "I'd... like that..." 

Yulia's shaky hands come in contact with his face, his startled eyes widening, and brings it closer to hers, noses close enough to touch. His hands come to rest on the bed by her sides, keeping him upright. Yulia clears her throat, closing her eyes and touching her forehead with his as she lets the words out, sounding much more like a confession.

"Eu te amo, Jack."

There's something about saying certain things in your mother language that makes them feel more powerful, more intimate, more meaningful. She stores all her overwhelming affection on the three words and hopes he can feel it back, all the feelings she can't articulate.

Jack lets out a sound that sounds like a mix between a groan and a purr, somehow. Yulia can tell he's pleased by the way he pulls back to look at her and braces himself to the arduous task of talking about his feelings.

"Yulia, te amo você muito." 

The grin that appears on her face stretches her cheeks from how wide it is. The fact Jack tried to say it back, even with wonky grammar, makes her fall in love all over again, her heart fluttering. 

"You're way too endearing, Jack." 

Yulia leans in and brings his face closer, brushing their noses in an eskimo kiss that leaves both flustered. There's a blanket of serenity between them, commiting this tender moment in their memories.

He nuzzles his head on Yulia's shoulder, arms coming up her back to hold her close to him. Her hands slide to his hair, the white locks soft to her touch, the occasional strokes to his ears making shivers run through his skin and his tail wag just a bit faster. 

"What now?"

"As long as you're smiling... then I'm happy too. I'd like it if you were smiling by my side." 

Yulia lets out a laugh, the redundant way of asking her to date him is just like Jack.

"I'm always smiling by your side."

The whiney-like noise of happiness he lets out makes her laugh again, a soft sound that washes over the scene carrying pure delight.

The sun has already set, the stars kissing the dark sky and giving them their blessing. The moon looks over them, it's shine illuminating the room. Yulia glows underneath it, basking in the moment.

With fierce fondness, she thinks she could get used to this. 

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OH ABOUT THE NEW PARTS OF THE HALLOWEEN EVENT! ofc I finished them already and it was SO FUNNY. I WAS GIGGLING AT MY PHONE WHILE PLAYING. the amount of screenshots I took...

Riddle say sike rn

AZUL'S GOT PRIORITIES !!! pls the decorations were expensive we can't have anyone breaking them

I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THIS, Jamil coringando real...

not them menaging to render SEBEK of all people speechless... the man was too stunned to speak

and now just these two images out of context. Rook copying Epel's accent got me by surprise, I think he's doing both a country and a french accent at the same time

i’ve become the villain’s lover!

summary: You have the worst luck in the entire world to be transmigrated into a novel as some faceless side character, where the most notorious villains in the story won’t leave you alone. (ft. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus).

notes: 12k words, scenario, fluff, mentions of violence, reader gets injured once, heavily based on my love of cheesy isekai/reincarnation/villainess manhwa 

All of your problems started with the book your friend lent you.

You didn’t even want to read it at first, but you took the copy because she wouldn’t stop pestering you and spamming you with texts. The title—I’ve Become the Villain’s Lover!—was embossed gold, and the cover picture had seven beautiful men lounging around a woman with brown hair, the woman gazing wistfully into the distance. In short, it was so cheesy it sent chills down your back.

You really weren’t going to read it. But that summer night was hot and humid and you had nothing better to do than stare at the television and stir around your half-melted ice cream. So when you saw the book on the edge of the kitchen counter, you thought, why not? and opened it up.

If it was bad, you would stop after a few pages. But the television kept droning on as you read, and your forgotten ice cream was now melted slush in its bowl, and soon you were halfway through the story.

The premise itself was simple enough: the heroine, Hera Winn, was the treasured daughter of a down on his luck baron. He sent her to the city to make her debut, and after a series of mishaps, she ended up running into the crown prince, Malleus Draconia, who fell in love at first sight. However, the crown prince was feared by his subjects, and rumors swirled around about his fearsome power and his family. To make matters worse, six other men fall in love with Hera. The cherry on top? All seven men were notorious villains, feared by people far and wide for their cruelty.

You were still a few chapters away from the ending when your eyes started drooping; it was impossible to keep them open, even though you were dying to text your friend. It was deliciously bad, in an over-the-top and campy way, and you appreciated how self-indulgent the author was. Seriously, why would seven villains even fall for an ordinary person? It was way too contrived.

Whatever. You could call her tomorrow.

You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you found yourself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Oh no. No way. This wasn’t what you thought it was, was it?

Conveniently, there was a hand mirror next to you, and when you stared into the frame, the face of a stranger stared back at you.

Your worst fears had come true. You’d transmigrated into I’ve Become the Villain’s Lover!

Shit. You were never going to read another book in your life.

Continuar lendo

Imagine calling the dorm leaders babygirl 🗣

ANON HELPP THIS WAS THE FIRST THING I SAW AFTER WAKING UP

honestly, I'll just expand on it a bit more based on their reactions here! again, pls don't take it too seriously, it's all in good fun!

Riddle: is astounded at your audacity and will lecture you about respecting others, be prepared to listen to him speaking for 2 hours about proper conduct in a school enviroment. don't call him that again, for your own sake.

Leona: laughs at you and will use it against you. YOU'RE the babygirl now. he's not offended or anything, he's mostly amused. will exclusively call you babygirl until you ask him to go back to herbivore, people are starting to give you some weird stares.

Azul, babygirl extraordinaire: he is the babygirl ever but he'll never admit it. also acts offended and blushes from head to toe. his composure is broken and it takes some time for him to recover. if you're close and alone somewhere he'll still do this, but deeeeeeeep down he kinda likes it. just a little bit.

Kalim: thinks you're just joking with him and laughs along, very good natured! he tries to find a similar nickname for you. will let you call him that even around other people, much to Jamil's displeasure.

Vil: has the most judgmental look that has ever been directed at you. he silently stares and then proceeds with his day as if nothing happened. he won't aknowledge it ever happening should you try to bring it up again.

Idia: bursts in pink flames, starts stuttering and muttering so much you can't understand a thing, won't look at you in the eyes for a week afterwards. he knows it's a joke, being used to using internet slang irl himself, but he can't help but let it affect him. kinda likes it too if he's being honest. not that he'd ever admit it.

Malleus: he is confused. is this another human costume he isn't aware of? perhaps a new affectionate nickname that you've came up with for him? please explain it to him better. once you do, he'll simply find it amusing that you had the gall to use such a term with him, but also he's oddly flattered by it. let's you keep calling him that should you wish to, just make sure you do it as far away from Sebek as possible.